Oh come, let's sing to Yahweh. Let's shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!
Let's come before her presence with thanksgiving. Let's extol her with songs!
For Yahweh is a great God, a great Queen above all gods.
In her hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also hers.
The sea is hers, and she made it. Her hands formed the dry land.
Oh come, let's worship and bow down. Let's kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,
for she is our God. We are the people of her pasture, and the sheep in her care. Today, oh that you would hear her voice!
Don't harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,
when your mothers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.
Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, "It is a people that errs in their heart. They have not known my ways."
Therefore I swore in my wrath, "They won't enter into my rest."